Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
DNA,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.